We hustle down from our bunks, sling our bags over our shoulders and stumble off of our night train from Hyderabad onto the platform at…
Novelists have long known that time travel is easy: Take a look—a sharp, tell-yourself-no-lies look—then shut your eyes. Better yet, go away. Return with open…
On our one full day in Vancouver British Columbia, everything is glassy and still. Clean and contemplative, this city evokes the gentle reserve of a…
In the last three weeks we’ve logged 1300 kilometers in long haul Turkish buses. While it isn’t as luxurious as Argentina’s, the Turkish bus system…
It is Sunday afternoon and it seems as if every Kurdish and Arab family in a hundred kilometer radius is picnicking and promenading around Urfa’s…
Your night bus from Ankara arrives in far southeastern Anatolia earlier than you expected. It is mid-morning when you climb out into the light of…
For a westerner looking at Ataturk’s chiseled, grey-toned, stoic face—almost always near a red crescent and star—it’s easy to roll him into a dismissive mental…
We came to Konya to be near Rumi. Near in any sense. Just near. Near is good. Might our poetry improve? Our philosophy? Our humanity?…
Welcome to Konya, spiritual home of The Order of the Mevlevi, a Sufi form of Islamic philosophy and mysticism founded after the passing of poet…
Arriving in arid Cappadocia, fresh off a forty-five minute boat ride from Greece and a sixteen-hour bus ride from the Turkish Mediterranean, the change in…
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